One Night Stand

A Poem by n.l.m.

Tangled up in a white bed sheet,
The urge to touch the black strands of his hair.
She thought you are not mine,
and I am not yours.
1:39 am, his soft breaths, in a deep sleep.
Her tired eyes keep her awake,
As the aromatic smells of the hotel linen
capture her heart in the moment.
Could this be love? She wondered.